"You dipped your toes into the darkness, as though to test if it was cold.
And I knew right when you shivered, You more scared than you had told.
I wrote my whole words into a life ring, something to keep your world afloat.
But against the strenght of your nightmare, they were just a soggy paper boat.
I don't know what the blackness has told you, what wonderous things it had planned to give. But I watched as the light died in your eyes, along with your will to live.
I screamed your name to pierce the silence, but you were too long gone to hear.
Caught somewhere between being noticed, and wanting to disappear.
You once said you were scared of darkness, and that you'd never learn to swim.
But with their promises pumped through their veins, you held your breath and jumped right in."
YOU ARE READING
James.
Poetry"you are a work of art, not everyone will understand you. but the one's who do, will never forget about you."
